Sticks And Stones Will Break Our Bones,

The Older I Get, The More I Realize The Importance Of Exercising The Various Dimensions Of My Body, Soul, Mind, And Heart. Taken Together, These Aspects Give Me A Sense Of Wholeness. I Want To Be A Whole Human Being Rather Than One Who Limps On One Leg Because I Don't Know How To Use All Of My Parts. Intellectual, Emotional, And Physical Activity Are Not Separate Entities. Rather, They Are Dimensions Of The Same Human Being.

I Wanted To Be A Citizen Of The World But Not In A Superficial Way.

And It Is Still True, No Matter How Old You Are, When You Go Out Into The World It Is Best To Hold Hands And Stick Together.

It's Just This: That There Are Places We All Come From-deep-rooty-common Places- That Makes Us Who We Are. And We Disdain Them Or Treat Them Lightly At Our Peril. We Turn Our Backs On Them At The Risk Of Self-contempt. There Is A Sense In Which We Need To Go Home Again-and Can Go Home Again. Not To Recover Home, No. But To Sanctify Memory.

When My Father Finally Got Around To Teaching Me To Drive, He Was Impressed At My "natural" Talent For Driving, Not Knowing That I Had Already Been Secretly Driving My Mother's Car Around The Neighborhood. When I Took The Test And Got My License And My Father Gave Me My Own Set Of Keys To The Car One Night At Dinner, It Was A Major Rite Of Passage For Him And My Mother. Their Perception Of Me Had Changed And Was Formally Acknowledged. For Me The Occasion Meant A Private Sanction To Do In Public What I Had Already Been Doing In Secret.